We hit the restaurant scene again.Turns out no matter how much time has passed since the last time you ate out, when you have a near 18 month old (16 and 3 quarters to be exact) the behavior doesn't change. Let me tell you. I've got an independent and sometimes just plain defiant soul on my hands. Here's a little peak into my current rules and regulations handbook, written by a toddler who's gaining early manipulation skills.
- Must hold everything BY MYSELF. No matter how heavy, how messy, how breakable or how inconvenient the desirable item of the moment might be. These descriptives only make the item more desirable and may result in a firmer grip.
- If anything be sticky, carbonated, greasy, red, or filled with sugar, I seek after these things. Regardless of whether it is before after or during healthy meals which I will decide whether to throw on the floor, or wipe on my clothing, hair and face.
- If you don't give me what I want at the exact moment I want it, you are required to hear me out as I scream, cry, grunt, and even kick the floor. I will choose the severity and volume of the reaction based on how extreme I feel the situation requires and how long it's been since I've slept.
- I am the first. The first grandchild to one set and the only boy to the other. I will use every cute trick, charming look, and witty grin to my ultimate advantage.
In the mean time I have some tips of my own. When taking an 18 M old to a restaurant:
Bring his own sippy as to avoid lengthy arguments and messy spills.
Invite a grandparent to assist. (are you seeing these faces?)
Share your appetizer.
I wore a spiffy/thrifty outfit to dinner.
I made these homemade Oreos:
They were for the game. The football game. Have I mentioned I hate football? On Saturday I was in the bathroom getting ready and E was toddeling by my side dumping my shampoo down the tub and unloading the hot curlers I obviously never use due to the boyishly short hair length. I thought it would be a good idea to ask him what his father might be up to. His reply without a single skip of hesitation? "foo-ball."
We had family pictures taken. We're in hopes of at least 1 decent shot that we can include on our Christmas card. Can I just say that having family photos done is probably one of the most stressful activities/situations next to taking the ACT for the 3rd time? From coordinating outfits, to gathering props, to coming up with a location, to the previously mentioned toddler rule book, it took quite a lot out of me. I mentioned after the last photo shoot, that E refuses to smile for any pictures that we will be paying for. This time was even more difficult since he's become quite a bit more mobile ( he wasn't even walking last time) and he's built his back arching muscles/skills to a t. The good news? I successfully clothed my husband in the Mr. Shue look-a-like fashion I've been dreaming about, for under $25. Sans the curly hair. Can't wait to show you!
We watched Toy Story 3 which I deem one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. I've truly been waiting for the day that I have children old enough to watch Disney movies and cartoons so I have an excuse to participate.
We watched The Bounty Hunter which I deem one of the most boring movies I've seen in a long time. Although I have to admit that anytime I watch a Jen Aniston movie I very carefully study her features. From her sickeningly perfect tresses to her ridiculously and most certainly un-40 like assets, in an effort to duplicate her fountain of youth success.
Last to report was our Primary program. I teach a Sunday class of nearly 10 3 year olds. Oh how I love those kids. They teach me so many things about love and purity. They also require a whole lotta patience, and a whole lotta energy. Picture all of us in front of the congregation with 1 and a half on my lap and the others stretching, picking, hitting, or standing and waving. Picture an entire sacrament meeting of rearranging 2 kids that are kissing, 2 kids that are pushing, taking one down to use the potty, taking one down who wants her mom. Consoling a bruised cheek, breaking up a fight. Timing turns on my lap, convincing one to stop jumping. Etc. Etc. At one point the little girl taking a turn on my lap put her hand on my chest, and then put it on my face. "You're hot." she says. "Is the sun hot?" She was right. I was literally sweating from all of that hard work. It was definitely worth a laugh.
Forgot to mention that I'm doing a guest outfit post today @ Whatever Dee-Dee wants!